It started raining a couple minutes ago. The signal between Invisigirl’s laptop and the tracking device was getting fuzzy. We’d better hurry.The tracking device just stopped moving. “We’re not that far away,” said Invisigirl. “E.T.A. five minutes.”“E.T.A.?” asked Veggie boy.“Estimated Time Arrival.”Odor boy kept driving. Heather sat in the Ultra-Van with us, squishing me between herself and Laserboy. She said it was hard for her to travel in electricity form during rain. Hazardous to other cars, or something like that.“So what’s the plan,” said Heather in her normal flat voice.“When we see Malcolm Hills, you electrocute him, I’ll sonicscream him, Laserboy will blast him, and whoever kills him first wins,” I said.“What about his partner?” asked Laserboy.“Well, just go after whoever’s holding the gun.”“Sounds good,” Heather said.There was no more time for further discussion. Invisigirl’s laptop was beeping like crazy. We had arrived. The four of us (Laserboy, Veggie boy, Heather, and I) hopped out of the back of the van.There was no one in sight. We could see nothing but a huge field in the thick rain, thick as snow and heavy as a waterfall. In the distance was a small, blinking red light. The tracker.I walked over and picked it up. Still no one in sight. Attached to it was a note that was barely legible in the rain.It read: You Lose.We took the tracker back to the van in disgust. “They tricked us,” I told Invisigirl and showed her the note.She grunted. “I thought that would happen.” She started typing something in her laptop. An image of a road appeared.“What is this?” asked Heather.“Plan B,” replied Viz. “I’m hacking into the NASA’s satellite reports. It may be a bit blurry, but might give us an idea to where Malcolm took Sonica.”The mention of my sister aroused in me a burning desire for revenge.“Let’s do it.”It took a minute for the report images to load. Everyone was staring so intently at the laptop that you’d think it was gold.“There’s the car,” said Laserboy, pointing to the screen.“That picture was taken 3 minutes ago,” said Viz. “Let’s see where the car went…”She scrolled through the next set of images. For a scary moment, there was nothing but rain.“What’s that?” asked Heather. She pointed to a blurry shape on the screen.“It looks like a house,” Viz noted thoughtfully. “Looks… abandoned.”There was a pause.“Odor boy, drive us down to there. It could be worth checking out.”We were there in another 5 minutes. This time everyone got out of the Ultra-Van.The house was a large Victorian mansion, abandoned. It was covered in entrances on all sides; doors, stairs, and holes in the walls. Several broken pillars lay before us, surrounding the dirt path to the mansion.“Footprints,” said Invisigirl, gesturing at the road, muddy from the rain. We followed the prints.The main entrance stood before us eerily. I turned to my friends. “Everyone ready?”They nodded. Heather clenched her fists.I kicked down the door and we stormed in. The lights were on. One of the doors creaked ominously. A faint thump could be heard below us… as well as the rattling of chains.We slowly went downstairs…